Mmf Dvp for My Best Friend and Wife

It took a long time to even gather my thoughts about how I feel about this, but even though I know I shouldn't, I can't help but write it out. I have a platonic friend, that I've known for years. Her husband is the best friend I have, I introduced him to her, and they are married with a newborn son. A smart and cute kid with an adorable smile and I genuinely couldn't be happier for them. Before her and her husband even got married, this friend and i didn't even get along.

But over the years, we got to a place of mutual friendship and understanding. The problems started for me once her and her husband had their first child. The problem is she became irresistibly attractive to me. She was always small and had a light build, but after she had my best friend's child, she... Started to catch my attention. I've known her for years, and never once in years have I even sneaked a peak to check her out. She's pretty, but wasn't my type and I just viewed her as a platonic friend. But that started to change when I first saw her after her baby was born.

It took a while to sink in, but I can remember the first time she walked down the stairs when I was visiting her and her husband, turned around and went to the kitchen, I noticed her butt had become much more pronounced. She had filled out to the exact proportions I have always fantasized about, and it truly, deeply, and strongly caught me off guard.

I looked at her figured, and properly checked her out for the the first time in almost a decade of knowing her. Before I could even react, I noticed myself getting hard thinking about her. The fact that she's likely lactating- something I always found mouthwatering- and how stunningly perfect and flawless her face was. It was followed by immediate forced self control. Obviously nothing I can ever act on, and probably just a fleeting thought that would pass. Just carnal desire, or so I thought.

Months went by, I sent her memes, she sent me memes. Nothing flirty, nothing even skirting inappropriate. But in a snap one day of her child, she sent her face and I just kind of blurted out how I had found her beautiful lately and had some devious thoughts. I knew I shouldn't have said it, but once it was out there, I felt relieved. I wouldn't ever have acted on my feelings, but telling her at the time, felt cathartic. Her and her husband had been on shaky ground due to his work, and even though it was wildly inappropriate, I could tell she needed, and I dare say even appreciated the attention.

The conversation didn't get out of hand, but she knew my thoughts, and we agreed the next day it was a mistake. We had shared some links, but knew we were pushing things to an unacceptable degree. I am less disciplined as I have less at stake, but she made the morally sound choice to end the conversation before things became irreparably damaged.

This had a strange effect on me however, because her decision to demonstrate loyalty, and overcome temptation and devious thoughts for the sake of her husband, (my friend) was commendable. She is a genuinely good person. And platonically it reinforced my wish for nothing but the best for the two of them as a couple. Unfortunately for my lust, I found that devotion even more arousing. I agreed to respect her boundaries, but I knew I'd write this to vent my thoughts. I pushed the envelope once again a few days later, trying to squeeze guilty answers out of her, like if the idea of what I desired turned her on or made her wet. Once and for the final time, she demonstrated the best kind of love and loyalty to the father of her child. I tried that night to contend myself to just fantasizing and getting off to her for closure, it was incredibly satisfying, and I came more than I even expected with my labido. It was beyond phenomenal. So wrong, but made me cum so hard and once again, I felt the sensation of being t-boned by an attraction I shouldn't ever, EVER, even discuss.

Less than 5 minutes later, I pictured her butt again in my mind. Pulling her pants down. Stroked myself and came again. Same amount, satisfying, powerful shots of cum, a lifetime of porn tabs couldn't bring me that kind of satisfaction. Unique, pleasant, powerful.

I made my mind that I'd lean into my fantasy, let my mind run, no matter how likely or inappropriate, to experience what the power of this desire had to offer. I'd already agreed not to even discuss this with her, I was clearly the negative instigator, and she was in an emotionally vulnerable place. I knew I'd I even told her this, it would be unfair, wrong, and mean.

But I'm so turned on that if I didn't write this all out, I'd never be able to stop my urge to press boundaries that I truly didn't want to push.

I'm no stranger to male male female threesomes. I'm straight, comfortable in my own sexuality, and feel no jealousy insecurity in those situations. And even if that isn't the case with this person and her husband, I choose to pretend they are both at my level of understanding and comfort. In that frame of mind, I imagine how I'd show my appreciation for their friendship while satiating my selfish urges. They got married on the day of leap year, this year, on their anniversary, in honor of how much they've done, how much they've grown, and how committed they are to each other, a reward was in order for both of them. That reward was going to manifest in the best sexual experience they have ever had. Both of them. I was going to give them the experience of DVP. For her, the sensation of complex things manifesting in her pleasure. Two men, attracted to her so much so that they are both throbbing and hard, and comfortable overcoming some serious awkwardness that they will stuff themselves inside of her. At. The. Same. Time. What's more is she's gonna be pleasantly surprised by how easily it will happen. She and her beautiful body will make two men stuff their dicks inside to stretch her in a way she'd never felt before. Complete trust from her husband, that her unfliching loyalty to him is what merited this reward, complete respect and well wishes from me, to be 100% devoted to giving her every bit of pleasure I can, because even if I don't, she deserves it.

And as for her husband, while my hetero self gets no sexual joy from his perspective, his friendship makes me want to share something I didn't understand until I actually experienced it - the physical joy and sensation of DVP. I'd never have expected it to feel as good as it does prior to trying it. I may never have even been mentally comfortable with it. But once I did it? NOTHING compares. It can be simulated with toys, it can be just fantasized about, but the heat, the pressure, the taboo, the realization and embracing of overcoming embarrassment and shy feelings, for the singular combined purpose of bringing his wife joy, once he gets that sensation, he will understand what I do which is nothing is as amazing. Less than 1% of people ever get to experience this, and we are going to be among those lucky people.

We make sure their son is tucked quickly in bed at the end of the day, bring her up a glass of her favorite wine, and get into her personal space. Four hands feeling her up, all over her back, butt, chest, arms. For him, he is familiar with his loving wife, for me, I'm just absorbing everything for the first time. We kiss her as we have her take off her robe, she's naked under the thin silky robe and we are both thrusting our hips into her, we aren't being coy about how hard she is making us. Her head tilts back, eyes closed just drowning in the focus of our attention. Her hands subconsciously reach down our chests towards our dicks, she starts just rubbing against us, teasing, and before we know it, she has us out, small hands grasping against the pressure of our throbbing dicks. All three of us enjoying the sensation, all three of us excited for what is to come. With fluid ease, we lift her up into the air, taking turns playing with her wet little pussy. All the while, we both start sucking her titties, she has some milk starting to build pressure, and even though it's not her usual pumping time, she can tell we're going to be able to get milk out of her with ease. Milk she's made with her own body, is going to be sucked out by two grown men, who are going to tug at her with their mouths. Warm tongues caressing her, helping any blockages that could arise. It takes not time for her to feel it bursting from her as we squeeze and suck from both sides. Her mind goes to how her feet haven't touched the ground in forever now. She's not just mentally elated, shes physically floating in our arms. His tattood sleeve catching her eye, my tattood sleeve snaking across her vision, still taking in her body with each greedy grasp.

We set her on the bed with a laugh of agreement between him and I, we make it clear that while we cherish her, she's not going to be in charge, we're going to start picking the pace up, and she will keep up. There aren't alternatives, she's going to do as she's told, and she's going to like it. I grip her throat tightly as he explains that she's going to take both of us in her mouth, her only task moving forward is focusing on the fact that she is ours to use, and that she will be doing what she is commanded until we both cum. He locks eyes with her and forces her to say she understands, and she nods against the strength of my hand on her neck.

I move my hand to the base of her neck, to press her head down the length of his dick. She is smart, and focused, she already had her mouth open, craving the feeling of her husband against the back of her mouth. We didn't need words to all understand that he was first for her mouth. He is her husband, and she will always put him first without question. His dick stuffing her mouth, the same physical part of his body that gave her the child they beared. She took it deep, I hardly had to guide her head, she was a step ahead and almost racing against the motion she expected from me. After gasping backward for breath, she moved to me. Touching me before was one thing, but this is the first time she'd felt another man's dick inside her since being married. I could tell that from the speed she went down the length of me, her mind was running with excitement and even starting to burgeon with naughty blushing guilt, which showed on her pretty and attractive face. She looked so gorgeous and hot, her husband was so incredibly lucky to have her in his life. My place here was beyond lucky, and I intended to make the most of it. Where her loving husbands dick had been leaking precum on the back of her mouth just a second prior, now she had mine, doing the same thing.

She wished she had time to focus on identifying the tastes, but there wasn't time, all she knew is it was good. I told her she was doing a great job of being our filthy little slut, and asked her husband if he was ready. She felt so small watching us decide how to use her. Eyes and ears perked as she went from my head to his, enjoying the different throbs of us. She had no idea what I meant by ready.. but before she could let her mind guess, he said yes, and we told her to put both of us in her mouth at the same time. Playful slaps against her cheeks, right up against. Fuck this felt good. She was so little, we could barely even stretch her face enough to fit inside. Her tongue was squeezed and compressed by the lack of room in her mouth, but she tried to move it, and it was touching the most sensitive parts of our dicks, we twitched with pleasure, only to be constricted by the lack of room in her mouth.

Her turn to have our tongues on her little pussy. I needed to taste her, and while he made use of her mouth, I worked kisses down her belly to her clit. A long, special and passionate suck to start, then licks up and down, perfect pressure, effortless, and she was already feeling close to coming.

At my request, her husband had made it clear that for this experience, she was going to ask permission for every time she was going to orgasm. It was a small step, but this submission would help her understand that we own her orgasms, and she was beholden to us the whole time. She would also feel higher satisfaction when she was told that we gave her the permission. Every orgasm she had was given to her, by her husband or me, and she will spend this span of time, learning to crave that permission.

"Can I cum?" She asked as my tongue brought her to climax, she barely was able to get her husband's dick out of her mouth to ask. I kept lapping her delicious flavor up and waited for one of my best friends to give his slutty wife permission to cum on my tongue. He told her she could, using a cute phrase that I didn't even understand, and I felt her stop resisting the orgasm, and lean into it, fighting through the sensitivity on her clit.

Her breathing was so hot, I pulled her in for a few final licks, using my hands to push her hips into my face, grasping her ass with hungry anticipation of being inside her. He told her to mount him as he laid on his back, and she jumped on top of him with a clear excitement. I watched her ass jiggle as she situated and sat herself on top of his dick. I slapped her right on her butt tattoo, and growled "now we stuff you" into her ear. So much ran through my mind. A hint of jealousy that he got to watch her face and see her first honest reaction, benign and gone in an instant because I got the view if her butt arching up to her back. Our hands had minds of her own, we'd forgotten that her titties were leaking milk and instinctively moved to tug drops out of her tender and no doubt sore titties.

She's a great mother and a wonderful wife I thought to my self as I mounted her. I slowly positioned her ass up to expose her pussy, already fully down on his dick. I had lube nearby, but just as I'd hoped, she didn't need it. She was dripping wet. I thought of how this was special, awesome and how nobody deserved it more as is pressed my dick into her, barely finding any space to stuff myself into her. This was it. This was everything I'd wanted and more, I was making room in her that simply wasn't there, I couldn't help but moan wow as I finally got all the way inside her. Him and I both there inside of her, jamming her little pussy full. It seemed like forever while we took in the sensation. I had to remind my brain that this was the first time he'd felt this too. It was intensely good, and we started to move inside her. She was small as a person, and we were barely able to find the room. We slid to the left of her, right, and overlapped with ease. Pressing against her walls, and we could tell she was having her mind blown. We hadn't even started fucking her yet, just slowly moving, letting her juices cover us. Then I felt his thrust for the first time, and my focus melted away from all the overthinking.

I pushed into her, hard, without caring for her sensitivity, this was when I took out my guilty desires. This is where I showed her through sexual attraction that I appreciated her friendship. This is where I took out the frustration of my insane greedy, lustful desire. I forced her to stretch while I stuffed her with her husband. He didn't hold back either. We went at a pace she had never felt before. Sometimes interchanging, others in sync as we hit her cervix. I choked her and whispered filthy things in her ear in Russian. She asked to cum and we both said she can simultaneously. I could tell we were bushing her limits, but I couldn't find the ability to slow down, she'd gone through childbirth 15 months ago, I knew she'd be able to take this. I wanted to fuck her so hard she could rationalize the painful pleasure as punishment for her having any thoughts of this. It was cathartic, and we fucked her until every part of her was red with rushing blood. Her husband also whispered things to her, we both eventually yelled out how good it felt that we almost forgot we needed to keep our volume in check for their sleeping baby.

We pulled out and switched, she mounted me, and he shoved himself inside her from behind, I held her hips in place so she had to take the full force of our thrusts. I couldn't take my eyes off her face, this was so indescribably crazy. She asked again and again for permission to cum and we allowed her again and again. Coaching her through it, telling her not to stop, commanding her to push through the feelings, to force herself down on the both of our dicks. To help us fuck her harder, and use everything the three of us had to fuck her the hardest possible way. After both of us getting dangerously close to finishing, we helped her up, and told her to clean her cum off our dicks again. This time she immediately took us both in her mouth at the same time. We admired her talented mouth lick and clean every drop off of us. I'm no mind reader but she wasn't shy about leaning into how hot she thought this was and it was clear she savored the taboo mixture of those flavors. She polished us with her lips and mouth. We picked her up, guided her arms around my shoulder and his for balance, and spent time finding an angle to stuff our dicks back into her warm and wet pussy. I'd never leave it if I could avoid it. I was overwhelmed with a thought strand of what happens if I get attached? Fall for someone I can't have? End up wanting more when I know even this couldn't be done with any kind of regularity, if it ever even happened again. My focus snapped back in as he found THE. PERFECT. ANGLE.

We were bouncing this light little person on our dicks. SHE did this. SHE made us this hard. Her body. Her commitment to him as a husband and father, her willingness to cater to me as friend. She really did earn this... And I made my mind up there. I'd cum in her. It was something her husband and I had discussed. It was not going to cause issues, measures had been taken, but none of that entered my mind. She was gonna have me cum in her. I didn't care about the logic, the complexities, the risk. I knew he couldn't be able to last much longer since I'm usually less sensitive than most people, and if I was close, he couldn't be doing much better. And as he asked to cum again, it tipped me. It tipped him. We didn't care. The appeal of her body earned a dangerous risk, and we had committed to accepting the risk. Wrapped in the pleasure of her pussy working to fit us inside, sense went out the window for her husband, and for me. We came at almost the same time. She felt it. Spurt after throbbing spurt shooting hot cum inside her. Overflowing into her. Him. Me. Him. Me. She couldn't tell. She immediately scared, she just had two men cum inside her. Did she really just do something so slutty? Why did it feel so good not knowing? This was so wrong in a million ways. But all three of us, for that moment, didn't care, because it felt right. For that moment, as we shot up into her, fighting gravity and not even being phased by it. It didn't matter. Everything will be addressed, in that moment, we just accepted the joy of what we'd done. We'd fucked her, and risked getting her pregnant either by him, or by me. And for the moment, the fear was worth the pleasure.

Days later, I informed her that I'd taken some male contraceptives prior. When she took her pregnancy test and saw it declare she was pregnant, she knew it was her loving husbands child starting to grow inside of her. And she knew she had a lifetime friend who would be there for them in a way that couldn't be explained. When they had their next child, I knew that it was a result of something truly unique. Special, and private. For the rest of my life I never made advances towards her, I never discussed the experience, but the three of us knew and had it as our shared memory, one I knew I'd always cherish and appreciate.